I'm all moved into my "new digs," as Carol called them.

My room is not quite as big as it was last summer, and (horror!) it has no closet! Well, that is to say, no closet with hanging room. Only shelves. Rather inconvenient for a girl like myself who likes dresses and skirts and cute little jackets. And what on earth will become of my first official suit that I bought to go on important interviews with?

Then again, I've only had one opportunity so far to wear that suit -- and more do not seem to be forthcoming. Though I did just apply for another Paralegal job, so fingers crossed.

Otherwise, things in Bookstoreland are proceeding smoothly and uneventfully. I've realized that the routine doesn't vary much from puttering about reading the books ("familiarizing myself with the stock," as I call it when I want to sound impressive) and assisting the occasional customer, putting stickers on and shelving the new arrivals, and going around to check that one of each item is displayed and that all are accounted for. Until the next promotional event -- fairy dancing -- nothing else tres original is going to be required of me.

But I am getting good at what I do. I was able to direct a couple looking for Fancy Nancy for their two year old granddaughter to both the picture books and the sticker sets. I also helped a little girl find "Cinderella stories from other countries." The coup de grace -- I am now in the position of explaining things to "junior staffers" -- ie, Sam, a literate football player from Bates, who just arrived yesterday. Too bad I have greater ambitions and the hopes of someday earning more than $8 an hour and affording my own apartment -- otherwise I'd be very satisfied with life as a book seller.

Tomorrow, however, I have the day off from Eight Cousins and